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			<title>Lake Michigan</title>
			<description>Lake Michigan The only Halloween I ever loved was spent at the bottom of Lake Michigan. &amp;nbsp;I watched with desire as the wolves stalked their prey. As the cold whipped up from the waves. I never looked back at what I had left. The collection of that cities lights, begging to bring me back to anony..</description>
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			<title>An American Vignette </title>
			<description>An American Vignette (The year is 1955,1974 or 2001 I haven&amp;rsquo;t decided yet. If I don&amp;rsquo;t, you can pick. I&amp;rsquo;m not sure it matters.)&amp;ldquo;Big Bob Johnson, how the hell are You?&amp;rdquo; Big Bob introduced himself this way. He always did every time. But only to new people. Big Bob was a su..</description>
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			<title>Terror</title>
			<description>TerrorTerror is a passing fieldStalks miles deepThey will both fadeThe harvest&amp;nbsp;cleansesbrings again new crop.New fear&amp;nbsp;Will the rain come orwill it be too much?Bugs, insects, eating awaybetween the ears.Destroying whats in their path untilall thats left is useless.</description>
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			<title>Henrietta, Indiana </title>
			<description>This is a story I wrote inspired by Josh Ritter's song &quot;Henrietta, Indiana&quot;.
It's a first draft with very little editing.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvDs9cniZB0</description>
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			<title>Open</title>
			<description>This is based on a short film I made.</description>
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			<title>25-</title>
			<description>I don't like to explain my work since it removes personal interpretation.  </description>
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			<title>E</title>
			<description>This is about a girl.  Like everything else.</description>
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			<title>The Phone</title>
			<description>The PhoneIn the endWe get the callWhat home awaitsEveryones personal salvationThe middle of the nightor by your handEvery time comesAnswer the callTime advancesTrees drop leavesEverything has been saidWhat else remains.</description>
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			<title>Control</title>
			<description>ControlFalling from the waste of the greatest generation.Slide--Repeat,It happens againEach time worse.Farther down.Disregard advances. Nothing Saves.&amp;nbsp;It will be usedA desire--ControlEliminate. Destroy.ControlHope.The last light. Gone.&amp;nbsp;Monsters pushing forward.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>The Woman Break</title>
			<description>A solitary mans commute home in New York City.</description>
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